Contest: Primal is…
The Prize:
Unwieldy weight comes in all unwieldy shapes and all unwieldy sizes. Today’s heavy chunk of unwieldiness is call a Sandball. Part sandbag, part medicine ball, part kettlebell, good for heaving, swinging, and lugging around. It doesn’t have the wonderful scratch-your-hands-up quality of an actual rock, but you can always scrape your hands over concrete for a few minutes after using this sandball if you really need that “just got home from a long day of bashing my food’s skull in with a rough stone” feel. The winner of today’s contest will receive a blue logo BallBell sandball, courtesy of Alpha Strong.
The Contest:
What is Primal?
Primal is…
- naming your cat “Sparemeal.”
- never having to say you’re sorry. To a vegan.
- making a bacon sandwich using only one ingredient.
- referring to your toddler as “My little kettlebell.”
- when your eating habits cause a national egg shortage (yes, I’m looking at you, Australians).
- refusing to believe a steak smoothie is a bad idea.
- living in Denver and walking to work, in Seattle.
- watching breaking news about a “forest fire” and misunderstanding it to be breaking news about a “large barbecue.”
Get the idea? Write your own in the comments section. I’ll pick a winner.
The Deadline:
Midnight, tonight!
Who is Eligible:
You. You are eligible.
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Posted By: Mark Sisson
Primal is…walking barefoot down the street with your kids not worrying what ‘they’ think;-) hey, we’re not homeless, we’re primal grrrr
GROK ON!
Primal is showing up to my grocery store butcher counter and the butcher asking me “how many bones do you want today?”
knowing you’ll never go hungry… if your spear is always sharp.
receiving a dinner invite that reads, “Bring your own food” at the bottom
…going through the checkout line and the cashier saying, “wow, you must reallllly like coconut,” while he’s scanning coconut oil, whole coconut, flaked coconut (large and fine), coconut flour, coconut milk… you get the idea…
another one….
…never having to apologize for eating a LOT of bacon.
right on!
Primal is:
a body modification enthusiast tying other primitive concepts into her lifestyle. Primal is reality in the sense play-pretend she gets while fasted, with her face painted up, listening to little, breathless grunts and the speedy “thud-whooosh!” of her feet rolling over the grass, streched lobes flapping behind her as she sprints ‘for her life’. Primal is breaking fast after said sprints. Primal is feeling every bite of egg and bacon slide over your ribs. Primal is living. I am living Primal.
Primal is me.
Primal is cooking a shank of venison that you hunted with a spear you made your self over a bed of coals from a fire that you started with a hand drill that you carved yourself with nothing but a rock.
Primal is silencing the person telling you that that pile of bacon will make you fat, by lifting your shirt to reveal your incredibly ripped midsection!
Is finally being in control of your body, health and future…
And thinking going to the beach to collect free seaweed for dinner is a good idea!!!
having the grocery store manager ask you to stop bringing your spear into the meat department and insisting the ‘kill’ has already been done for you….silly managers